I'm totally fine with them now. They're just like, they happened,
and that's what happens. But I guess, the summer between
eighth and ninth grade, I went in one month from a C to a D, and
boobs just were not ready for it, and so the stretch marks just
came so fast. And they used to be bright red, and really obvious,
and really hard to wear most shirts and bras, and in the locker
room, especially in like eighth and ninth grade, that's like the
worst time to be a weirdo, I don't know. So it was really hard then.
I think also, the stretch marks were hard, but even just being that
size was such a challenge, because I was a lot bigger than most
of my friends, and it was just a huge change--it felt out of
proportion with the way the rest of my body was growing, so it
was hard to find clothes, and then when you have huge red
marks crawling up onto your chest it's always kind of weird. But
they've faded, and I'm also so much more comfortable with my
body now that I'm totally fine with them, and they're just there.
Sometimes people are like, "what are those from?" And I'm like,
I grew really fast, and that's just what happens... It's also
interesting now, especially at Carleton, where people are so
open to dialogues about bodies and stuff, like I've learned about
so many other people who have stretch marks on their breasts, or
even on other parts of their body where I don't have stretch
marks, they still have similar experiences where they appear and
they're like, "what the fuck, where did these come from?" I think
a lot of people I've talked to have gone through a similar
experience too of, you just, they're part of your body, the same
way that if you get a sunburn, you get freckles, and some of then
are with you for a while. And I've tried lotions and creams and
stuff, but they stayed anyways. They're just there, and I like them.